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He started undoing his pants.
"Stop!” Naya tried to wriggle out from his heavy weight. “What the fuck are you doing?”
He braced the side of the cart, leaning over her, expression fierce. "How did you knock me over? You shouldn’t have been able to do that.”
Naya almost rolled her eyes. Of course he was angry about her beating him. That overbearing Alpha pride. “I… uh. Technique. My father’s technique.”
His face flickered with something ugly. “Are you going to tell me what this supposed trauma is?"
Naya stared up at him. “Why does it matter so much?” she whispered, aware she had asked a question but didn’t care. Why did he keep bringing it up? This man was intending to invade her Land. He didn't need to know any more than necessary—especially not her weaknesses. Voluntarily giving someone like him a weapon to wield against her was beyond foolish, and it didn’t mean she wouldn’t still endure whatever depraved thing he was about to do.
He scowled. “Do you know how you sound when you’re having a bad dream? It is… unpleasant.”
Naya’s eyes narrowed. “And it wasn’t unpleasant when you broke my?—“
“Quiet.” His face hardened. He leaned back up and finished undoing his pants. “I helped you sleep. Tonight, you will help me.”
Naya pressed her lips together to stop them from quivering and watched his cock bound down to her face. She didn’t expect it to look so monstrous, broad and long, with veins scattered all over, the shapely tip dripping. But as he was a beast, it was no surprise his cock looked like a blunt weapon made of flesh.
Naya stared at it, so close to her face, her breath uneven. Her core tightened at the sight of it. Would that fit inside her? Its smell was incredible—his pungent animalistic scent heightened a thousand times. Pure intoxication.
The beast stroked his fingers into the crown of her head and tapped the tip with her lips. She opened, allowed him in. The saltiness on the tip dragged on her tongue and tasted of him. It wasn’t unpleasant.
“Wider,” he said, that rich voice hoarse and straining. “I want your throat.”
She did as she was told, and he surged in, filling her mouth with a groan. Naya's head moved an inch as she tried to figure out how to take him, but he was already pulsing back and forth, dragging his flesh along her tongue. Surprisingly, the monstrosity was smooth and salty. It wasn’t bad. In fact, the taste of him set her whole body alight. She wiggled her tongue against it, trying to feel for the veins, but instead found ridges under the tip that made the Alpha groan. So she did it again. And again, the pleasure of pleasing him overloading her senses.
From below, he looked incredible—a huge wall of muscled Alpha on top of her, hair wild, eyes hungry. His hips surging forward to take pleasure from her mouth. She sucked harder drawing a low groan from him that made her slick gather.
He slowly built a rhythm, sinking deeper and deeper into the back of her mouth. Naya tried not to gag, but the urge was powerful. He kept surging forth, until his huge tip was tight in the slimy recess of her throat. He muttered words in his language that had to have been curses because when he withdrew, the scorching look in his eyes was savage.
“I can smell you, tmot zia,” he rasped, feeding his cock back into her mouth. “That succulent little cunt always smells so good. Why are you always wet? Do you need to be knotted? Hmm? Stretched wide until you see stars?”
Naya moaned around him, squeezing her legs together and trying to put pressure on her clit, but it wasn’t enough. The ache of emptiness between her legs was like a sweet agony, yet she had in her mouth the perfect enormous solution. If she could, she would have pleaded for him to sink it into her, but her mouth was otherwise occupied.
He pushed in and out, sometimes going deep into the back of her mouth, other times staying on her tongue and letting her work on him.
“You look so good with cock in your mouth,” he groaned, building a rhythm. His breathing increased, gruff groans getting rhythmically louder, balls slapping her chin. His eyes darkened, locked onto hers as though wanting to watch her through his orgasm, just like she'd watched him.
When he came, he braced the side of the cart and groaned, sending a bolt through her whole body. His seed poured into her mouth, and she was unprepared for the quantity. She swallowed the salty, pungent fluid, the rest surging out of her mouth and down the sides of her face.
Akoro breathed heavily over her, keeping the tip in her mouth until his cock stopped pulsing. Stroking her head, he lifted up and pulled out of her mouth. Naya whimpered at the loss. He climbed off her slowly, getting out the cart with his cock still hanging out of his pants. Their eyes remained locked—something volatile, heavy, and intimate passing between them.
He reached over and rubbed her cheek, smearing his seed into her skin, marking her the way she marked him. “It is good to know you are just like any other female prisoner,” he rumbled, a slight contempt in his eyes. “Feed your mouth some dripping cock, lick your clit, and you’re ready to be fucked—no matter how much you say you don’t want to be here.”
Coldness gripped Naya and she froze.
“Goodnight, Lox Princess,” he murmured, moving away from the cart. “I won’t be needing you anymore on this journey.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Naya stayed curled in her cart for the next few days. She didn't go for walks around the fleet with the healer, she didn't eat, she didn't even want to watch the marvel of the nnirae speeding across the sand.
Shame coursed through every part of her. The most infuriating and tragic thing was that when Akoro had walked away he’d been right, she was sopping wet and completely prepared for him to do the same to her pussy. She’d enjoyed having him in her mouth, she loved hearing him groan and roar in pleasure, and she loved his seed on her face. But all he’d done was use her, and based on what he’d said, who knew how many females or Omegas he’d used in the same way? She had made it so easy for him— because she couldn’t resist him. After everything she stood for, the truth was now apparent; she wasn’t fit to represent or defend Omegas.
The initial grief she’d had about him being her mate reappeared, deepening to sorrow so strong it hurt her stomach. When she’d read the accounts of the Omegas who’d been alive during the mistreatment of Omegas over a hundred years ago, they’d said no one could understand the pain of an Omega’s attraction to an Alpha who used her.
And it was true, because even as bad as the history books had sounded, Naya never would have imagined feeling so demeaned and ashamed and devastated.
